Meanwhile, in the main courtyard, Hao'er, Muchen, and Yue'er had arrived at their rooms. Yue'er nestled in Xuanyuan Mo Ze's embrace, blinking her beautiful eyes at him. "Father, they brought the younger generation of the family. Is it really like Uncle said—they came to arrange a marriage with us?"
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze raised an eyebrow, gently rubbing her small head as he asked, "Would Yue'er like to be betrothed to them?"
"No," she replied without hesitation.
"Very well, then we won't arrange it."
A faint smile touched Xuanyuan Mo Ze's lips as he held her close. "You're still young, Yue'er. There's no rush for marriage. When you're older, you can take your time choosing. If you find someone you like then, just tell Father and Mother."
